Epiphany Tiffany

The best damn thing you did, Was let me go. Even if the trauma, Was hard to face alone. I made it off that fucking, Steppingstone. You didn’t. Underneath the shame and ache, Lies love. I always meant it. Maybe I mistook it. Maybe I fled the scene, Throwing a fit. Cause I built permits. You threw bricks. I fought hell for us, You didn’t. Underneath all that bullshit Was us. But some love ain't, Ever enough. The best damn thing I did, Was finally give up. I knew you were gone, When I looked in familiar eyes, And couldn’t see love. I saw someone dopesick. You didn’t. I became entangled, In fucked up punishments. Blaming me. For all the anguish. You really fucking put me through it. And shattered a heart, So pure and innocent. I thought we could still fix this. You didn’t. You isolated my heart, Till it had no where to go. All that’s left now is, Tears in a T-shirt,  Crying alone. Trying to seek shelter, From ice cold cyclones. And the abandoned  warm heart, You left in the arctic...

How come every time a princess falls in love with a toad, she ends up hurt? Is it because the toad is a swampless fool? Are there even toads out there that are incapable of breaking a good princesses heart? Or are all toads assholes that hate themselves so much that their inner ego has to reel in the shiniest gem just to break them. All to make themselves feel better. Why does ego have to make little toads feel big? Why can’t a princess do the trick? Or are princesses only supposed to be with Prince Charmings? What if you are just a mediocre princess who loves to laugh and is genuinely attracted to toads… not princes… what then...And if we do want a damn prince, how do we train our very own ego to be enough for him? Because everyone tells you that you deserve a good one. But you keep fucking attracting all the wrong ones. Does that make me a witch? Fuck, I sure as hell am not a mean and old ugly woman with warts on her nose casting mean spells and shit… Hell. The only spell I’d be cast...